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Brody studied the cabin for a second, before announcing a plan. “All right, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m not sure how many people there are, so we have to be careful. Magnus and I will take down the guard, while, Kayden, you go inside. If there are any more armed cult members, then you come back out immediately, but if there aren’t, then go ahead and find Creed.”

“And what if Creed isn’t here?” I asked.

Neither Brody nor Magnus answered me right away.

“We’ll worry about that if it comes to it,” Magnus said as he patted me on the shoulder. “Now, let us go first, and then you follow right behind.”

From the cover of the underbrush, I watched as Brody and Magnus moved in tandem, circling around the cabin so they could sneak up from either side. The guards never saw them coming, and not a single weapon was drawn or fired. One moment the guards were alert but at ease, and the next moment Magnus and Brody were vaulting over the porch railing and tackling them to the floor.

Magnus punched his target square across the face, knocking the man out flat, while Brody locked his target into a chokehold.

I didn’t wait around to see the end of the fight. Following my instructions, I ran right past them and into the cabin, on guard for anyone who might try to attack me.

Inside, the cabin was mostly empty, except for Chester Grieve, who sat near the fireplace drinking tea.

The cup slipped from his hands.

“What? No, you have to leave. You can’t be here. Guards!”

I almost felt bad punching an old man in a wheelchair.

Almost.

Then I remembered everything that the man had done to us, done to Creed and Creed’s friends, and my regret instantly vanished.

“I’m sorry,” I said as I shook out my hand, standing over his unconscious body. “But fuck you.”

That took care of that, but where was Creed?

The cabin was only a single story, and didn’t have many doors. I tried them one by one, until I came to a door that was locked. Magnus or Brody could have probably picked the lock just like Creed could, but I was too impatient for that.

Instead, I reared back and kicked the door in.

What I found inside made me freeze on the spot.

Creed lay there, handcuffed to a bed, with a naked woman sitting on top of him. I noticed with some relief that his clothes were still on, but the way he was writhing around and groaning was borderline indecent.

I saw red.

Charging into the room, I grabbed the woman by the arm and yanked her off of him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I screamed at her.

She immediately crumpled to the floor like a broken doll, hands over her face as she trembled. My fury disappeared as swiftly asit came. The girl was younger than I thought, probably only a few years into adulthood, and she looked terrified.

From the defense ball she curled into, it also seemed like she expected me to hit her. Even in my anger, I could never stoop so low to hit someone who was cowering away from me.

For now, I ignored her and turned back to Creed.

“Creed, babe. It’s okay. I’m here now. You’re fine.”

He barely seemed to hear me, continuing to writhe on the bed and tug helplessly at the chains keeping him prisoner.

Searching the nearby side table, I found a key that looked like it would fit the cuffs on his wrist. As I was unchaining him, I finally got a closer look at his face. He was sweating, and his eyes were dilated so wide that his pupils had completely overtaken his irises.

“Oh, God. Creed, what did they give you?”

I never got an answer. The moment the cuffs were freed from his wrists, Creed latched onto me and pulled me down into a fierce kiss.